Night fell over Central in a muted haze.
Lanterns flared to life one by one, their light much softer than the braziers used during the day.
The mist thickened along the cliffs, but oddly enough, visibility wasn't as hindered as Ryn had hoped.
Still, it would be enough.
Hero Candidate and Captain watched from a shadowed rooftop, Ryn logging patrol routes and timing in silence while Fritz adjusted his equipment beside him.
There were fewer patrols at night, which made the plan feasible.
"This is it," Fritz murmured.
The statue loomed at the city's heart, visible even through the haze. An enormous Bloodmane ancestor was carved in stone, his posture proud with a hint of arrogance. Though, he looked more 'beast' than 'man', a reminder of their heritage, not unity.
Fritz shifted his weight. "Once we start this… there's no walking it back."
"I know."
Ryn's eyes never left the statue.
